College Admissions Essay: Growing Together Yet Grown Apart

Grown Together yet Grown Apart
Being born two years apart, my older brother and I had always been awfully close growing up together, getting in trouble together and even sharing the same scars. But all good times must come to an end and so did ours. After spending all of the sixteen years of my life making memories with the only boy I could truly ever trust, he gathered his belongings and moved away to Hamilton to start a new life at university.
Since the beginning, my brother had always been my hero一 a person I admired, with whom I could share all my feelings, my partner in crime. Our bond was an endless road that I thought would carry on forever. I could not have been more wrong.
As a teenager, my brother had always been the immature and irrational one of our duo. Without giving it a second thought, he was ready to hurt anyone who hurt me. I still remember the day as clear as water when a grim-looking, husky boy from my grade had attempted to flirt with me in
He promised to visit on weekends and keep in touch. I understood that it was not going to be a child's play for him either, with the immense amount of academic pressure and the lack of family support. Obviously, the rest of the family and I stayed back in Toronto as it just seemed unnecessary for me to disturb my progress at school. Choosing my academics over my brother might have been the biggest mistake I could have made.
He kept his end of the bargain for a fair amount of time. With him visiting every weekend, life went on for all of us how it had beforeー except that there was a brother-shaped hole in my life and it seemed like no matter what I did, I could not fill it up. Surrounding myself with positivity, I tried to pretend that I would not be spending the next four years without having my best friend by my side. However, all my efforts went in vain and I became the moon surrounded by a million stars, yet always chasing the